Then comes the business of living in the present moment. One of the reasons I love yoga so well is that for the entire time I'm practicing I'm not thinking about anything other than what I'm doing right then and there. Same is true for any type of meditation, actually. When I'm out with Sushi playing ball, I'm right there with her, or when I'm kayaking or riding my bike, or gardening. My thoughts wander sometimes, of course, but mostly I'm soaking in what I'm doing right at that moment.
It never occurred to me that these things were related until I read a Facebook post recently by Augusten Burroughs. I love Augusten. I appreciate his wisdom and adore his wicked sense of humor. He wrote about his catastrophic thoughts and how those thoughts take him out of the present moment. By catastrophic thoughts he means that one little thing will send him into a forward spiral of doom. The loose towel bar in his bathroom ended up in a courtroom suing the contractor who did the installation because the bar fell on Augsten's dog, the dog died, and the contractor was at fault and had to be sued. This did not happen, of course, but that is where these catastrophic thoughts take him. He then reflected how the thoughts take him out of the present moment.
This got me thinking...I know, I know, dangerous, right? So here goes. When I'm a my multitasking best, running, doing, achieving...I'm completely out of the present moment.You may ask why that matters or really who cares and all I can say is that it does. I can't tell you how many times I think, "Wow, that day just flew past!" Or "Where did that week go?" Time flies, yes, but I prefer to be more aware of its passing by taking note of the moments.
That's living in the moment.
multitasking and men. They are not very good at it. Men cannot multitask well at all, in fact! Their tendency to focus on one thing at a time drives me crazy! I used to think it was an evolutionary defect but now I have to admit that maybe they are on to something. Those bastards are masters of living in the present moment! Crap. I hate admitting I could be wrong about them.
|Winter morning, Rock Hall|
|One of the marinas in Rock Hall|